Poetry for me is a way of living, it comes out of nowhere and I have to write it down. How I write, what I write, I decide. I am not asking you to be judgemental. I am gifted with the ability to see beyond the obvious.

Saturday, August 22, 2009

you might as well let the saviour fall

aren't you going to save those precious tearsfalling on sidewalks in this rainbefore disintegrating into underground drainsmuck in the sewage might trap thosesoul of tears would split, stinkingcleansing away blood and gorea remnant of violence staring out of noughtof marauders plunderinginnocent people, children stare at nothingnumbness induced by shockdear editors, why would you even bother to look over your mugs of black coffee tasting so sinfulyou might as well let the saviour fallsplintering into thousand deathswhile you entertain the powers to beindulging them for your selfish needs

"however, I thank you for allowing me to rant and rave at you, voicing my angry thoughts"

one thing I always see in good poetry is the interpretation by the readers can differ. I see rejection in this poem, rejection of your words, your thoughts. At least it describes my feelings every time I get that response from the editor "rejected"

This is such an interesting poem and the responses are also interesting. Your anger just bursts out of it and it would seem that the one tiny uncapitalized word "saviour" makes everyone with a background in the Christian faith twitchy. Even now I'm not sure if you meant the Christian Saviour or just a saviour of all these innocents who are plundered and brushed away as nothing by the powers that be while uncaring people who have the means sip coffee and go about their day uncaring. There is a Christian theme running through it but it seems to nudge and pinch as though if a Christian is what he or she professes to be, which is "little Christs" then these situations should not exist and children should never have to stare at nothing...and you would be right. It should pinch and nudge each and every one of us - no matter what belief system we hold dear. Thank you for whatever this came out of. I feel pinched and nudged. I wish I knew what to do with that. Maybe THAT is what makes me angry.

Too many times news is guided by the "powers that be" and it is a joy to see ones like you give voice to those in shell-shock and numbed to where their voice is silent or so low no one hears their cries.

Please do use your pen and speak with rants, rage or whatever way of venting the truth to the world.

About Me

For someone who teaches mathematics, poetry comes easy. There are so many aspects about myself that are unknown even to me. Poetry is way to explore myself. Where it will lead me, I don't know. I don't want to know. I thrive on the unknown.